- 54″ X 54″
- Cotton/modal mix
- Hand-rolled edges
- Hand wash or dry clean only
- Steam or Iron
The air is charged with excitement as she takes her seat next to her friends, dressed in a pale pink shift dress. Before running out the door, she tied her silk twill scarf to her large brimmed hat;perfect for the Derby. Conscious of the well-dressed crowd around her, she feels completely confident in her choice of the luxurious silk accessory. The Orchid pink in the painted scarf is striking against the white of her hat. As she turns to see the gates lift, the crowd is on its enthusiastic feet , and she’s swept up with them. She’s buzzing with the thrill of the hoofs beating down the track.
She lifts the files from the stack on her desk and skims over the documents, expertly cutting through the pile until the last one is put away. Stretching back on the chair, her eyes fall on the silk scarf that is tied loosely over her black dress and she is transported back to Frida's Land with the vivid colors. The vibrant hues of the Mexico inspired scarf, brighten up her day and her spirits and a smile unfolds at the thought of her carefree days in the relaxed surrounding. She picks up her travel bag and heads to the door, with a light step, the scarf catching the wind and blowing in the cool wind, ready for warm days.
A land steeped in mystery for the visitor with exotic tales at every step. She uses the head scarf to cover head and bare shoulders as she enters the caves, glad that her sister had the fortitude to give her the beautiful silk before her journey. She loved the young price painted on her scarf and she holds him close to her heart as she steps forward to new discoveries.
The glass of rosé sits on her cafe table untouched as she watches the pedestrians, lovers holding hands, people strolling by the Seine. There is no sense of urgency here. Her companion smiles as he hands her a scarf.."for all the locks that we have tied on the bridge and will always have with us". Paris would always be locked in time for her in the pastel shades of the silk scarf, with the locks and keys to her heart.
Impeccably dressed in a black chiffon blouse and blue palazzo pants, she lovingly touches the silk scarf knot at her neck. It picks up the colors of her outfit so perfectly. The red and black pattern complement her blouse and she pauses as she adjusts the luxurious piece of art around her. The blue Buddha peaks through the wrapped silk, just above the beautiful pico edge. She glances at the clock by the dresser, picks up her clutch, and slips out of the door. She must not keep him waiting. She smiles, happy and excited.
The myriad of colors in the silk is strikingly beautiful as she ties her scarf around a straw hat and dons her colorful accessory to protect against the sweltering heat of the Indian sun. The scenic beaches of Goa are beyond her expectations and the soft sand feels like powder as she wiggles her feet deeper in it. A day spent sunbathing by the sparkling waters, she slips on a pair of loose linen pants, unties the silk scarf, and folds the hat into her bag. She now wears the painted scarf halter style, and is ready for the evening ahead as she strolls towards the soft strands of the guitar nearby.
He hands his car keys to the valet and steps on the dock for the evening cruise. Picking up a glass of champagne, he spots a colleague and strolls over to say hello. The silk pocket square tucked in his blazer looks stylish but still nonchalant. He doesn't have the time to stress over what he’s wearing; matching his shirts to his accessories takes time that he does not have. But ever since he discovered the collection of art pocket squares, getting dressed is a breeze. It’s always easy to find the one that will complement any shirt in his closet. A perfect finishing touch.
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She steps out on the deck of the ship in her scarf tied Jackie O style, and feels the sea breeze on her upturned face. The brilliant blue of the water matches her silk accessory almost to the perfect shade. It had been a thoughtful gift from her mother as she embarked on her adventure and the galloping horses painted on the scarf had instantly appealed to her sense of adventure. Leaning on the rail, the scarf flutters in the wind as she watches the hypnotic motion of the waves and feels content in the moment, awaiting the journey ahead.
As she waits for her plane to board, she reflects on how much she loves the feel of the painted silk twill draped around her neck. The intricate pattern in the equine scarf reminds her of the Henna drawn on her hands. It takes her back to last week, the festivities steeped in tradition, the abundance of food, the invigorating music and dancing, and mostly the sheer joy of being a part of an Indian wedding. What a perfect parting gift from her friend- this scarf. Though the henna on her hands has already started to fade,her happy memories come rushing back every time she wears her accessory.
The cafe has long been a favorite for them and she sits there absentmindedly twirling the end of her silk scarf around her neck. It had been a long road and it seemed eons ago, or maybe just yesterday, when she sat here alone and a dashing stranger had stopped by and asked to join her. She wonders if he remember, she had worn this painted silk that fateful day. She considered it her good luck charm, with the little red and blue Buddha pattern lining the edge. Smiling, she takes out a matching pocket scarf and tucks it in his jacket pocket and he laughs and leans over to give her a kiss, leaving her in no doubt of his memories.